And now, for the first time, the Montgomery family was about to meet the children they never knew existed.
“Please clear my schedule for Saturday,” I told my assistant.
“For the wedding?”
“Yes,” I replied with a smile. “And I need three custom tuxedos.”
Saturday arrived under perfect blue skies.
The Montgomery estate looked spectacular. White roses lined the gardens, musicians played near the fountains, and guests from business, politics, and high society filled the grounds.
Everything seemed immaculate.
Until a line of black luxury SUVs rolled through the front gates.
Conversations stopped.
Guests turned to stare.
The first vehicle pulled up beside the ceremony area.
I stepped out first.
The crowd recognized me immediately.
Then I turned and reached out toward the open door.
One by one, three young men approached me on the stone path.
Liam.
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